User blog comment:Biggren/A Highway Beast's Life/@comment-3094815-20111022055813

''Khajara is awoken from a comfortable snooze by the patter of little ratty feet. She stretches luxuriously then eyes the rat-priest balefully'' What brings you here, Tu-kaar?

The rat steps nervously from paw to paw Well, see, twas like dis, yer beautyfilness. See, me'n' Ranka was havin' a dispute an' Ranka sez she ain't berleevin' in no sorcery stuff an' sez yew's just a old rot-toothed weaselwife an' sez she ain't afraid o' yew. She's plottin' wid that nasty Gorgal and Tweerg ter do ye in tonight, Majesty.

Khajara scratches her chin with a long, painted pawnail, then says very slowly Oh really? You may go now. My rest must not be disturbed. Have no worries for me, my faithful Tu-kaar, I will manage ''gives him a sly wink before curling back up. One eye cracked open, she watches as the rat retreats and is soon lost to sight in the darkness of the forest''